Long Reaching Poems
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Oh! If I could but free you
From drowning at desolation's door
That has impaled your lonely heart
From reaching a joyful peaceful shore
It would be a divine journey
For my humanity to tell
Of heroes who vanquished tyrants
To release your soul from hell
You are haunted by the ghosts
Of this veterans field in Vietnam
Where brave truths became the host
Of the death and dying of the young
With brothers you shared this journey
In the way that brothers do
Brothers fell with the thuds of casualty
While their blood ran red around you
In a single moment
Of bayonets and bullets
Your soul was pierced with the torment
Of terror and regret
You were a part of a limited few that led
To face "glories" price to pay
Behold the twelve and hundred
That were slain upon the field that day
You were never to escape the horror
of that paralyzing plan
You were to fight and die for
The fields of peace to stand
A peace which lost its meaning
To those who with you served
And were left by forces streaming
On this blood-red cursed turf
Now as your life embraced its rage
Entombed by fear it stripped
Your love which lay frozen in its cage
Your heart locked in its crypt
The dark side of you will haunt me
I saw your universal truth
That evil put his foot upon your doorstep
And will never let you loose!
Poetry Often is an "Open Prayer".
Or; “What came first “The Lyrics or the Song”?
Poetry could be. Hypnotizing and mesmerizing.
A spell cast upon the receiver/reader to intoxicate -
Lubricate-and thought combine.
Poetry, can educate, eradicate, aggravate-agitate.
A good write, could-incite, cause spite or delight.
A Poem, also could provoke, or choke;
Make you change your vote.
Poetry is humorous, or filled with natures awes –
The link between God and mankind;
A secret heart's revealing’s-
A delightful playful ditty
where children chant along-
A poem could be inspiration
sent from some other place in time.
It could be from an old poet transcended:
Or from the "great Divine".
Poetry will often leave something on your mind.
It is a cultural, spiritual,
and human exchange. Most of all Poetry is
"One spoken heart reaching another”.
My favorite Poems introduces seldom used words.
Real poetry may make my heart smile,
or my fist raise, could be political, sexy, or analytical-
Free style, or pondered severely:
Poetic pens produce poets, poets produce poems.
Poems, can do all the above mentioned and more…
and that’s that poem!
1/16/21
Pure silence or the sound of wind chimes
Willing to do anything to save their own hides
People still committing horrific crimes
During low and high tide
It's been one hell of a roller coaster ride
A whirlwind inside my mind
All these rhymes
Days and nights spent getting sky high
It's seeming like a sign of the times
I say I'm fine, but I'm not alright
Always feels like
I get nowhere when I climb
No matter how hard I try
Can't even look me in my eyes
Quick to assume I'm telling lies
Wasn't the first and won't be the last goodbye
If you let it, quickly time will pass you by
I was reaching the skies
Then taking dives
Achieving nearly every prize
Or living among the mosquitoes and flies
I had many lows and even more highs
I've been a fool, but I'm still wise
You better recognize
And realize
I still get butterflies
While I'm living life, trying to survive
Seeing the moon's glow or watching the Sunrise
Sometimes
It hurts
Feels like I'm cursed
Still I delve and search
Across the Earth
Too many perverts
And jerks
Continue to lurk
Meanwhile snakes out to usurp
As well as nearly every other twerp
Which is why I stay alert
Similar to Captain Kirk
Ready to put in work
First things first
To me it doesn't matter if you did or didn't go to church
For what it's worth
Better or worse
Before I'm in a hearse
And the dirt
I've still got an insatiable hunger and thirst
I know there'll be no effect or a ripple that can domino
Time will tell if we truly are or are not alone
I got to go
And roam
Across the globe
I want to know
From here to way beyond the Galapagos
As well as Guantanamo
Humble and Heroic, doing the impossible
Paying homage and occasionally saying 'Geronimo!'
Feeling like Socrates
Don't need apologies
Traveling across the seas
And on lands fraught with trees
Constantly
Saw what others would not believe
And am going to continue the odyssey
Traveling vertically and horizontally
Staying still or moving with velocity
As folks hold on to animosity
Forever unable to display camaraderie
Not focused on such novelties
People with good and bad qualities
The same can be said for policies
I remain an anomaly
With my own methodology
And ferocity
Holding on solidly
While remaining an oddity
And in between the lines you seek walking upon the sand
And in between the lines up upon the lands your walking
And in between lines we read those words
And in our minds our thoughts are read
In those lines words together makes sentences
Calling to the skies
Reaching up to Christ
Ever high for the Savior, save me save us
And as you(I, we) soar holding the keys
To the doors to your mansion
And to this reaction you need not anytime
Because you've already read between the lines
Calling to the skies
Reaching up to Christ
And in between the lines up upon the lands your walking
And in between lines we read those words
And in between the lines you seek walking upon the sand
And in our minds our thoughts are read
In those lines words together makes sentences
Because we're already read between the lines
1/4/18
Dedicated to and Inspired by Poetess SHERIFAT ADUKU
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Wind is blowing,
Leaves are rustling,
Weather is pleasing,
It is not the fall, it is you singing,
Snow is falling,
Nights are freezing,
Blankets are lacking,
It is not winter, it's your hands I'm holding,
Flowers are blooming,
Colours of Nature spreading,
Pleasant skies are far-reaching,
It is not spring, it is you blushing,
Sun is shining,
Clouds are slowly fading,
Waves of the sea come crashing,
It is not summer, it is you smiling,
Raindrops start falling,
Aroma of the flora is relaxing,
Feels like the year is ending,
It is not the monsoon, it is you sleeping.
When we are not so far away,
It feels like I've lived all the seasons today,
But I'll love you tomorrow and the day follows,
I love you all my life, the highs and the lows.
A waning moon frowns at the sunrise
Conceals herself behind a passing cloud
Wonders why she must be his reflection
Sit silently behind his shining loud.
A rising sun peeks o’er horizon’s beauty
To catch a glimpse of loves reflected glow
Searching through the stars forever glory
His aura but a costume just for show.
Their fingers but the touch of warmth and coldness
Stretched across the heavens dark to light
She clinging to the frail remains of darkness
He reaching out at daybreak for the night.
Knowing that the gods must be deranged
In deeming that such lovers be estranged.
John G. Lawless
©10/16/2022
She was born with the whole sky in her hands,
soft fingers reaching for a world that hadn’t yet told her no.
Her first breath was limitless—
the kind of infinite that only newborns know,
before the world shrinks them down,
before the weight of it all settles into their bones.
She could have been anything.
A girl who laughed, who danced,
who walked streets that weren’t filled with shadows,
who lived in a world that didn’t demand a price
for every moment of peace.
But that wasn’t the world she was given.
Her mother broke before she could teach her how to stand.
Love was something tangled—
a needle’s kiss, a bruise disguised as tenderness,
a promise that life was a game
where you always ended up losing.
The world didn’t wait for her to grow up.
It didn’t give her time to understand
before it ripped away the softness,
before it carved out her innocence
and replaced it with hunger.
She learned to walk without a destination,
because no matter where she went,
there were only locked doors.
She learned to take,
because the ones who followed the rules
were the ones who got devoured first.
She learned to run,
because stopping meant drowning,
and they don’t let girls like her come up for air.
She found love once.
Or maybe she only thought she did.
Soft hands, whispered promises,
a glimpse of something gentler.
She almost believed in it.
Almost.
But love is another kind of cage
when the world belongs to men with power,
and she should have known—
even those who love you will throw you away
if it keeps them safe.
So she learned.
Not to trust.
Not to dream.
Not to believe in mercy.
The world was a machine,
and she was just another cog
meant to grind itself into dust.
She should have let it.
She almost did.
But somewhere in the marrow of her bones,
beneath the scars and the bruises,
beneath the hunger and the rage,
something still refused.
Not hope.
Not faith.
Not a reason.
Just a screw you
She would suffer,
she would crawl through the ashes,
she would shatter every bone in her body
before she let them win.
She would not kneel.
She would not obey.
She would not be erased.
Because she was born limitless.
And not even the world itself
could take that from her.
Evaluate the Candidates
By Franklin Price
2/16/2016
Evaluate the candidates
Listen well to what they say
While remembering when Congress works
The country runs its way
The chief executive is not the one
Making laws to seal our fates
Congress is where that is done
The president administrates
Of course there is the veto
When the Pres does not agree
That the bill that's passing o'er the desk
Is not good for you and me
Returning to the congress
The bill can still be passed
By overriding veto there
Or by reaching states at last
I could keep on keeping on
Continue to hob and nob
But I'll end and say, would not be here today,
If congress had done its job
The railroad played a major role in the growth of our nation
It was an elite form of travel beginning at the station
The month was September, the year 1825
A date to remember when the railways came alive
The first steam train to carry passengers was called Locomotion No 1
The Stockton and Darlington Railway in NE England did run
Fast forward to 1827 on February 28
The Baltimore and Ohio Railroad would transport passengers and freight
The year was 1830, none other than Christmas Day
The first regularly scheduled passenger service did commence on this day
It was in South Carolina, Charleston to be exact
The U.S. built locomotive running down the track
100 years later trains had evolved beyond belief
In 1936 Sante Fe launched the all-Pullman Super Chief
From there let’s roar in the ’40s when train travel was at its best
The Super Chief was elegant and stood out from the rest
Observation decks were prevalent and don’t forget the bars
A dress code wasn’t mentioned but you should see the dining cars
White linen on the tables, prime rib upon each plate
Ladies in silk blouses, their brooch designs ornate
The trip was an experience from Chicago to L.A.
The Super Chief ran till '68 on the 15th of May
The voyage used to be as important as reaching the traveler's destination
The experience began when you bought tickets at the station
10/18/2021
Written for Railroads, A Historical Glance Back Poetry Contest
Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley
You love me, even when I am wrong
A sinner, frail and weak, in search of a song
Reaching out to the joys I sometimes see
In hearts who give without condition or plea
You love me, and it is such a sweet mystery
Knowing that this hope will go down in history
For the wonderous inspiration that fulfills
Imagination and purpose that enlivens and thrills
You love me, in spite of all that I have done
To discourage your love, the embrace homespun
With my worries, struggles and cynicism
All those things that assure my criticism
You love me, although I’m not always endearing
Leaving me with hope that won’t be disappearing
Creating a wellspring of compassion within me
That fills me with assurance that I’m finally free
You love me, and give me grace everlasting
Always securing me so that I never feel contrasting
But always know the beauty of my dreams
Will hold me in a embrace like the soft sunbeams
You love me, calming my worst sorrows and pains
Soothing away the trials that leave me in chains
Breaking away pieces of anguish that destroys my best
Reminding me that I am most assuredly blessed
You love me through the troubles and adversities
Coloring my ideas with passions and diversities
Reflecting on all the faith I have known because of You
The Jesus who taught me to give, live and pursue
Goodness, acceptance, gentleness and meekness
Which come from Him who gives strength in weakness
2 Corinthians 12:9 - And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.